Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The resort was lit up brightly at night.

Jian Jing had a seafood dinner at the restaurant, and posted a check-in photo on social media, looking relaxed on vacation. No one could imagine she was here to investigate an arson case.

Ji Feng was much more miserable, following the manager around the entire resort, hurriedly eating a sandwich to ease his hunger. He then had to exchange information with his colleague who was tailing Pan Jianli.

The colleague said: "Pan Jianli is not working today, he's been at home the whole time."

Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and reported the situation here.

His colleague was focused on the wrong thing: "You're going overboard, assigning us the hard work while you go out with a pretty girl. Are you working or dating?"

Ji Feng said disdainfully: "All you think about is pretty girls. Can you focus more on her talents and less on her looks? There are beautiful girls everywhere, how many are like Jian Jing?"

Colleague: "..." What's wrong with looking at beauty? It's a masculine instinct!

"Alright, you focus on the case." He chuckled.

Ji Feng: "Let me tell you, I have a bad feeling about this."

Colleague immediately got serious: "Pan Jianli?"

"He has an extreme personality, loves vanity, and went from the carefree son of a boss to what he is now because of the Fang family's actions. He has huge motives." Ji Feng said, "His suspicions are no less than Pan Jianli's, but I'm not sure he would come here."

The colleague said: "Didn't you say the land his family acquired was here?"

"It was here, but I checked the map just now." Ji Feng didn't waste the afternoon, "The land Kenxin Real Estate acquired has become greenhouse sheds, where people can pick their own vegetables and fruits, 50 yuan per person for half an hour, quite popular."

The colleague understood his concerns: "If he were to burn something, that land should be the first target."

"Exactly." Ji Feng frowned, gaze turning out the window.

Under the low night sky, neon lights flickered. By the pool were frolicking children and ladies, aroma of steak drifted from the barbecue stalls, and a rainbow adorned the distant horizon.

Resort hotels are different from regular hotels, they don't build tall buildings, at most two floors. The top floor by the lake should be an extremely expensive restaurant.

The observation deck in the park, the teaching building at the kindergarten, the movie theater at the shopping mall... Ji Feng realized: "I'll talk to you later."

He rushed out of the lobby before finishing his sentence.

The restaurant closed at 9pm. There were several small log cabins nearby, specifically for tourists to camp out overnight by the roadside.

As he approached, someone poked their head out of the nearest cabin and waved at him.

"What are you doing here?" Jian Jing asked.

Ji Feng ducked into the cabin. It was a small single room, about the size of a regular hotel room. There seemed to be cracks in the window, letting in wisps of chill air.

"What else could I be doing." He dragged over a stool and sat by the window, immediately occupying the observation spot. "Lying in ambush."

Jian Jing raised her brow: "You figured it out?"

"I was a step too late." Ji Feng looked very regretful. "I should have realized earlier that the few focal arson spots were all high up. The culprit resents those upstairs."

Jian Jing said: "He must resent people of high status."

A criminal's psychology is profound. Though there are countless case studies and models created by experts, each person is different. Many cases require empathy to gain even a tiny spark of inspiration.

He was right, human affairs were complex, who could claim to be absolutely right? Those believing themselves to be absolutely right had likely already gone astray without knowing it.

"Alright." She opened a new can of beer with a snap. "Cheers to the law."

Jian Jing raised the mineral water bottle to clink glasses with him, but said, "Don't drink too much. We're here to catch criminals, not celebrate with drinks."

"First half catching people, second half celebrating, no problem." She drank it all in one go, and deliberately asked, "Really not drinking?"

Ji Feng said: "You're just trying to tempt me."

Jian Jing tilted her head, the fine strands of hair falling on her cheeks, the beer even more fragrant now.

"Stingy, it was just one time I got your hopes up." Ji Feng shook his head, his gaze never leaving the window.

The night was already deep, and the people by the poolside gradually returned to their rooms to sleep. At this season, there were no other guests renting the little cabins. The surroundings became very quiet, with only the chirping of insects.

The noise faded into the distance, and the moonlight grew more secluded.

It was at this time that Ji Feng noticed a sneaky shadow. He got up quickly and silently, inconspicuously moving to the window, eyes locked tightly on the figure.

"At the back door." Jian Jing also stood up, hiding on the other side of the window frame.

With night vision goggles and binoculars, she could see even more clearly than Ji Feng, and could even see he was wearing a mask and carrying a bucket of something: "Holding gasoline."

"I'll go, you keep watch," Ji Feng said in a low voice. "Don't startle the snake."

Jian Jing made an "OK" hand gesture.

He slipped out through the door seam without a sound.

Jian Jing was a little envious. This agility, even with enhancement cards, was stronger than her's. Jealousy arose.

Ji Feng had professional training. With no equipment at all, his ability to approach in the dark was still stronger than Jian Jing's. She could only see clearly, but he was also particular about the footsteps when stepping on the grass.

In a few breaths, Ji Feng was close to the figure.

Jian Jing predicted the direction the figure had come from, and tiptoed around that way. In her field of vision an electric scooter hidden in the grass appeared, and she was overjoyed, sidling up to the wall and decisively pulling out the key.

Ji Feng was already close to the figure.

The man was sneakily carrying a bucket of gasoline, splashing it on the wall and door, enthusiastically going about it, when he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head.

The next moment, a coat was thrown over his head, and tremendous force struck his back as someone firmly pressed him down, twisting his hands back to be handcuffed behind his back.

The lighter that was pinched in his hand dropped and was kicked far away.

Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately the timing was right, otherwise if that lighter had been lit, with so many accelerants around, even a small mistake could lead to burns.

"Police," he flashed his badge. "You're under arrest."

The other raised his neck and howled incessantly: "Let me go, let me go!!"

"Behave yourself." Without handcuffs for this casual clothes operation, Ji Feng had restraint straps to tie up his hands and feet, trussing him up directly like a salted fish.

Only then did Ji Feng lift his head to get a look at his face in the moonlight.

Pan Jianli.

Damn, lost a bet for a milk tea.